September 26, 2006
There you go again, making all of us non-Meadors feel inadequate because we have not sculpted our daddies’ heads in Crisco, let alone a transfat-free spread. Thanks a lot! Seriously, what a touching picture of The Seven. Congratulations on pulling off such a mega-event.
Up here, things are in a sad state of No Knitting Fun. I don’t know if this ever happens to you, Ms. Print of the Wave, but I am in a vicious cycle of cast-on/hate project/wad up in a tangled heap/cast on something else. Nothing is working out right. I reach desperately for one new project after another. All is despair.
Cry Me a River
Remember the River (Rowan 38) shawl I started as I left Nashville? How super-excited I was to be knitting up some lace again, like the big kids?
I made it further than this, but as simple as this pattern is, I am simpler. People keep talking to me, as people will, and I cannot keep the row sequence straight. And I’ve tried 5 different brands of Size 10 needles in an attempt to find a sharp enough point to knit 2 together in Kid Silk Haze without having to do it REAL SLOW. (I don’t have this problem with Kid Silk Haze when using smaller needles, but the Size 10s are so clunky to begin with, they just don’t make them pointy enough for this yarn. Or this knitter.) For me, the whole fun of lace is the singsong rhythm of yarn over, knit 2 together, yarn over, knit-knit-knit. Like tap dancing. Shuffle-shuffle-kick-ball change. But stopping and starting, coaxing the yarn onto the needle for every K2tog, just sucks the joy out of it. So guess what? I QUIT. That’s right: QUIT. Problem solved: Project no more.
There have been a couple other projects like that. The sleeve of Raspy (remember Raspy? yes I’m still digging through the UFOs): I worked it all the way to the armhole. I was feeling smug and sassy, because I solved the problem of the Denim People book being packed away in a god-forsaken garage. Famous last words: “I’ll just use the first sleeve as a pattern!”
Do I need to spell it out for you? Quoth the Raspy: Nevermore.
And there were a couple of other false starts that make me tired just thinking about them. Knitting: you call this a hobby? You do this for FUN? It is NOT the New Yoga.
The New Poppy
But there is one old project that I did complete. I will even admit that I like it a little. I give you Poppy, from Elsebeth Lavold’s Summer Breeze collection, started in March 2005, ran out of one color, abandoned to its fate until August 2006.
It looks a lot like the cover sweater, but I did it in Euroflax Originals Sportweight linen instead of the cotton yarn the pattern called for.
Woopie! I set the sleeves in right, the first time. Life is good.
The shoulders were short-rowed and left on the needles. I joined them with a 3-needle bindoff on the right side. (Because I hate that ‘ditch’ you get when you bind off shoulders on the wrong side.) I finished the neck with my ‘cro-kay’ technique (patent pending). (Pick up and bind off, stitch by stitch, all the way around the neck opening. Like crochet–only fiddlier!)
I left the seams open at the cuff and hem, for a more tunicky effect.
Oh, it’s tunicky, all right.
Next time I’ll remember the importance of shaping. But it fits, dammit! It’s done, and it fits, and I don’t want to hear anything more about it.